It would be fine if someone just jumped from a building, but the key point is that the deceased was missing a hand which has not been found yet.

No matter who moves into a haunted house, there will definitely be a thorn in his heart. If he accidentally finds a severed hand while tidying up things, it would be a lot of fun.

"Take me in to have a look." Chen Ge looked calm, as if this was just a small matter.

"Okay." The back of the man's shirt had a darker area, as if soaked with cold sweat. "Actually, this house is also very good. The house of the same size in the staff quarters of the power supply bureau across the street costs four times as much."

When I opened the security door, a strange smell wafted out, as if something was moldy.

The man tried the light in the living room, but perhaps because of poor contact, he had to press it several times before the light turned on.

The bright white light dispelled the darkness, shone through the door and illuminated the dark corridor.

Chen Ge also followed him into the house. He didn't want to do anything unnecessary, so he started looking for the drawer directly.

"There was a short description of a drawer on the black phone. It seemed to be talking about a drawer in the bedroom work desk."

Before the man standing at the door could stop him, Chen Ge had already entered the bedroom. However, he searched both bedrooms and did not see a work desk, only a large wardrobe.

"It's not the same as what's described on the phone." Chen Ge walked out of the bedroom and looked at the man suspiciously: "Brother, are you sure this is room 304?"

"The key has a number on it, there's no way you can make a mistake." The man showed Chen Ge his key.

There was no work desk in the bedroom. Chen Ge looked at the drawers of all sizes in the room and felt a little worried: "It would be too late to check them one by one. Do I really have to stay here for a night?"

"What do you think of this room? We can still negotiate the price." The man was very scared. He stood at the door and didn't come in.

"I like this house very much. Do you think it would be possible for me to stay here for one night?" Singer Chen reached into his backpack and started groping for something.

"Trial stay? We have never provided this service. If you are not satisfied, we can go to the room next door."

"No need, this one." The man was interrupted by Chen Ge before he could finish his words. He took out his ID card and five hundred yuan from his backpack: "Five hundred yuan for a trial stay for one night. This is my ID card. I will definitely not damage anything in the inner room. If nothing strange happens tonight, I'll take this house."

The man at the agency had never received such a client before: "No, the company has requirements, you can't mess around."

"Are there many people who want a haunted house where someone has died? If you miss me, I don't know how long your house will remain vacant."

After talking for a long time, Chen Ge finally convinced the man and got the key to the room.

"There are surveillance cameras around the community. If you encounter anything scary, you can run out and ask for help. I will come to collect the house at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"You'd better come early tomorrow. I have something to do during the day."

Chen Ge sent the agent away and looked at the keys in his hand, feeling a little awkward.

The key itself was very worn, but the sticker looked freshly put on.

"It's a bit strange." He was thinking when a crisp sound suddenly came from the kitchen.

Taking out the skull crusher from his backpack, Chen Ge walked to the kitchen door and found that the kitchen knife on the chopping board had fallen into the sink.

"Where did this kitchen knife originally go?" He picked up the kitchen knife and looked at it, then turned on the gas stove next to him, grabbed the wooden handle and put it on the fire to roast it: "Evil ghosts should be afraid of open flames, right?"

The bright kitchen knife was burned black. Chen Ge felt that it was enough, so he threw the kitchen knife back into the sink.

"There are so many drawers in the house, there must be one that I'm looking for, just take your time."

He turned on the lights in all the rooms and began looking for the drawer that couldn't be opened.

It was late at night and the neighborhood was extremely quiet, as if no one lived in every room.

Unconsciously, an hour had passed. Chen Ge sat in the living room and looked at the drawers scattered on the floor. He opened all the drawers in the room and looked through them.

"All the drawers in this room can be opened, and nothing unusual was found."

Leaning against the sofa, Chen Ge felt sleepy. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

"It's a little different from the previous draws. Could it be that this evil ghost is very strong? Or has special abilities?"

He put the recorder aside, lay down on the sofa with the skull crusher in his arms, and was just about to close his eyes and rest for a few minutes when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

"Agency? Why would they want me for anything?"

Chen Ge answered the call, and the woman's voice was still on the other end.

"Hello, I'm sorry. I just received a notice that the regional manager in charge of the family quarters of the Third Hospital had a car accident on the way to see you. I can't help you with your business for the time being. If you really want that house, please come back in three days."

"Car accident?!" Chen Ge suddenly lost all sleepiness. The agent happened to have a car accident. Who was the person who accompanied me to see the house just now?

Is it a ghost in the neighborhood? Or is it the ghost of a real estate agent?

No matter which of these two guesses is correct, the result is actually the same: he has encountered a ghost!

"Can you tell me what the worker from your agency who got into the car accident looked like?"

"I'm sorry, I'm only responsible for connecting you, and I don't know the specific sales staff in various areas of Jiujiang City."

"Don't you know the employees of your own company?" Chen Ge looked at the key in his hand. This key was left by a ghost. The more he looked at it, the more weird it felt. The sticker was new, but the key looked a bit old.

He tore off the sticker bit by bit, revealing three crooked numbers underneath - 305.

"The house that man had been trying so hard to recommend to me was 304! The house he wanted me to buy in the beginning was the real haunted house!"

Chen Ge did not play according to the routine, and the man did not expect that ordinary people would avoid haunted houses when they heard about them, but the "customer" he met today did the opposite and wanted to enter the haunted house.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" The woman on the other end of the phone had a very good attitude and spoke very politely.

"Your agency should have information about the house, right? Can you help me check the information of the previous owner of Room 304? I know this room is a haunted house, and I wanted to buy it because the price of a haunted house is low. I hope you won't hide anything from me anymore."

"Okay." The agent agreed very readily, and gave Chen Ge a reply after a while: "Three tenants of Room 305 had accidents. The third tenant was a gambler who was forced to pay his debts and cut off one of his hands before jumping off the building to commit suicide; the second tenant was an English teacher who mysteriously disappeared at home; the first tenant..."

Chen Ge was concentrating on listening to the agent's words when there was a knock on the door in the living room.

"Is there anyone outside? Who would come here at this time?" Chen Ge picked up the skull crusher and said to the phone: "Please take a photo of the information and send it to me via MMS. I want this house!"